Spellbound by the Alpha

Chapter 13: Heston

Heston

Of course, Cordella was furious and not the least bit grateful. She stormed into my office like she owned it. She spit on my attempt to be civil. And still my wolf howled at the sight of her.

The developers wanted to tear the whole damn building down. Said it was outdated. An eyesore. But I told them the truth or at least a version of it.

That the historical district’s charm was part of its draw. That people liked the old brick and the plants in the window and the witch who ran the little crystal shop like it was a throne.

Total bullshit. But it worked.

I made sure they left her space untouched. Gave her a clause that locked in her rent, kept her name on the door, even slipped in a few upgrades.

And here she was. Screaming at me like I’d set her house on fire.

And goddess help me. I liked it.

I liked her.

Wild. Unhinged. Furious. Magic brimming beneath her skin like a storm about to break.

Then she said it.

"I’d like to see you try."

And f**k it. I snapped.

My hand went to her throat, not hard, not threatening, just firm, feeling the pulse thrumming there, the burn of wolfsbane from her necklace biting into my palm.

I brought our faces close, lips hovering.

“Is that a challenge, witch?” I rasped.

Her breath hit mine. Sweet and fiery.

“It’s a dare.”

And then? I broke.

My wolf howled. And I kissed her.

Hard. Harsh. Claiming.

There was nothing soft about it. No apology. No pretense. Just heat and fury and teeth.

She didn’t shove me away.

But she did slap me. Once. Sharp.

Then she grabbed me, dragged me back to her mouth, kissed me like she wanted to dominate me.

But that’s not how this works.

I growled low and spun her around, pressing her chest flush to the desk, one arm banded across her waist. She gasped, arching against me, her magic sparking wild in the air.

No skirt today. Of course not.

Tight black pants. Painted on. And I wanted to tear them.

I didn’t. I wasn’t that far gone.

Not yet.

But I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips against her, locking her in place with my body.

My voice was a growl in her ear. “Is this what you really came for, Della?”

“f**k you,” she panted.

I nipped her neck. Not a bite. Not a mark. But f**k, my teeth ached for it. Mine, my wolf snarled, loud and hungry in my chest. But I held the line. I'd never mark her without consent. Never claim what hadn’t been given.

Instead, I smacked her ass, sharp and clean—and her moan cracked through the air like lightning.

Thank the Goddess for soundproof walls.

I pressed my hand between her thighs. Heat radiated through the fabric.

Soaked.

“Such a f*****g witch,” I hissed against her ear. “You come in here blazing, only to burn for me.”

I rubbed two rough, precise circles through the fabric, then slapped her p***y lightly, just enough to make her whimper.

It fed my wolf like blood.

Primal. Dangerous. Desperate.

And nowhere near done.

She didn’t fight.

Not really.

Her hips rolled against my hand as I worked her through the fabric. Tight, perfect, and f*****g soaked for me.

“Goddess,” I growled, fingers dragging slow, hard circles. “You’re drenched. That little tantrum? That wasn’t anger, Della. That was foreplay.”

She whimpered, trying to stay upright, but her knees buckled when I pressed harder, when I hit just right.

“I knew you’d melt for me,” I muttered, voice dark and low. “But I didn’t expect you to beg without even opening your mouth.”

“I’m not—” she tried, breathless.

“You are,” I snarled, yanking open her waistband and sliding my hand inside, no more barriers between us.

I found her hot, wet, and swollen. She was perfect.

Her whole body jerked when I found her c**t stroking tight hot circles that made her gasp.

“Oh,” I murmured. “That’s what you sound like when you’re close, isn’t it?”

I curled two fingers and found her rhythm, her pressure, her pulse. Every sound she made pushed me closer to the edge. My c**k throbbed in my pants, but this wasn’t about me.

Not yet.

This was about her coming undone.

“This p***y’s been waiting for me, hasn’t it?” I breathed against her ear, f*****g her slow, rough, deliberate with my fingers. “Acting like you hate me while you drip down my hand.”

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She was shaking, gasping, moaning.

And when she clenched around me, I knew.

“There it is,” I growled. “Come for me, witch. Do it. Now.”

And goddess, she did.

She broke apart in my arms, back arching, body going tense as the orgasm crashed through her.

I didn’t stop.

I didn’t let her down.

I dropped to my knees behind her, yanked those black pants down just enough to bare her to me. And I buried my mouth between her thighs.

I didn’t ease in. Didn’t tease. I devoured. Licked her like I was starving, like this was the only thing that could soothe the beast clawing inside me.

“f*****g mine,” I growled into her. “You taste like sin and stormlight. Gonna ruin you right back.”

She cried out, gripping the desk, shaking.

“Keep making those sounds, baby,” I murmured, my tongue circling her c**t, sucking it between my lips. “Let the whole Goddess-damned building know who makes you fall apart.”

I growled into her again, rough and filthy, flicking and flattening my tongue, holding her open as I feasted.

Every moan.

Every shiver.

Every little gasp she gave me fed my wolf.

And I wasn’t stopping until I had her trembling again.